Knee In Face - Jam Baxter, sumgii

I was just a kid getting gassy on tour

aside for a little eyesore

I’mma feed the crowd to this pack of wild boar

And gave 'em all my organs and still they want more

Walk onstage tell these bitches, 'Bonjour'

Stare at 'em in silence do a triple encore

Oh you want money, is it is it, what for?

This bitch is in my bits, I’mma give her what for

I’m sure you’ve got a shank hidden in the top drawer

I’m sure you’ve got a mansion, and it’s hidden offshore

Stop winking in the mirror, Monsieur

Why you pissing out your little box for, little kitty?

Too much cash up in this kitty

I swear this rap shit’s just getting silly

They want me to hold my tongue in my city… nah

Yeah, so, out to the real ones who stuck with me

Nothing like being this evil in good company

Now we’re sitting comfortably (I swear we fucking run this shit)

I exclaim drunkenly

Stormed off angrily

Now I’m fishing for these lobsters out in Tuscany

Screaming 'Someone save me from my lazy life of luxury' (save me)

Doesn’t this dirt just suit me wonderfully?

(Yes)

I said, 'Doesn't this dirt just suit me wonderfully?'

(Yes)

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la

I was just a child getting grubby outside

There’s a lot of mud splattered on your butters, brown eyes

Saw the blood spatters on the gutters round mine

I’mma wash it down with a jug of house wine

Caught my reflection in the rioja

Rolled the ladder off the roof and descended into the horror

Horror, make me a better offer

Blasting the liquor off of my skin with a pressure washer

Woke up surrounded by witches with crooked lips, I said

'Whose hotel room is this?'

They wouldn’t snitch, I

Chased them out the Radisson lobby and shook my fist (oi)

With everything I’ve done it’s a wonder I’m looking crisp

My days come in an impressive range of flavours

Turn this sleepy town into a thousand flaming acres (burn it)

Look, kids, we made the papers!

(Hey children) Yeah

Look, kids, we made the papers!